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" By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. "
Tickler, Or, Monthly Compendium of Good Things, in Prose and Verse: Blending ... - Side 78
1818
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Annual Register, Volum 59

Edmund Burke - 1819 - 822 sider
...lay liks a warrior taking his rest. With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we steadfastly pazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we...
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The Port Folio

1817 - 560 sider
...lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we...
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Accepted Addresses; Or, Proemium Poetarum: To which are Added, Macbeth ...

1813 - 410 sider
...like a gentleman wearing his best, With a few of his friends around him. Few and short were the things we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we silently gazed on the man that was wed, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we silently...
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An excursion to Windsor, in July 1810. Also A sail down the river Medway ...

John Evans - 1817 - 610 sider
...like a WARRIOR taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him ! Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we...gaz'd on the face of THE DEAD, And we bitterly thought on the morrow! UPNOft CASTLK. • 439 We thought, as WR hollowed his narrow bed And smooth'd down his...
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The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review, Volum 1

H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley - 1817 - 492 sider
...Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we steadfastly gaied on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread...
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volum 1

1817 - 708 sider
...lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we stedfastly gazed on the face of the dead, ' And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we hallowed...
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The Edinburgh Monthly Magazine, Volum 1

1817 - 694 sider
...lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we stedfastly gazed on the face of the dead. And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we billowed his...
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The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review, Volum 1

H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley - 1817 - 502 sider
...lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of 'sorrow, But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we...
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Spirit of the English Magazines, Volum 2

1818 - 506 sider
...like a warrior taking IN - rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said • And we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we steadfastly gazrd on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thonght of the morrow. We thought, n« we...
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The Annual Register, Or, A View of the History, Politics, and ..., Volum 59

Edmund Burke - 1818 - 798 sider
...lay like a warrior taking his rest. With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we...
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